Saturday Night Silliness -- Random Musings of a Writer Lady and Her Cat.

  Myra turned back and faced the soldier.   The soldier did not move either. “Sweetie, this is really scaring me. Would you come back inside?” Wyatt continued. Myra recognized Wyatt’s act and refused to acknowledge it. The soldier to the left of her opponent spoke, “Sir. Sir? We’ve been called back to base.” Her opponent turned away from her, “The area hasn’t been swept completely.” He countered. “We are to load up what we have and return to base. There’s been a change in plans.” Myra watched as the soldier’s jaw tensed. He turned to face her as he lowered his weapon. “It looks like we’re done here. For now.” The soldier turned to Wyatt. “We’ll be doing regular sweeps of beaches and outlying areas. It would be best if anyone on premises stayed within its gates. Wyatt nodded. “We’ll be sure to do that. Thank you.” The soldier looked at Myra, “Ma’am.” “Good-bye.” Myra stood watching as they boarded the helicopter and disappeared from sight. Wy

  It looked like today was not going to be that day. By the time the alarm on Myra’s phone went off an hour later she had seen nothing of interest. Nothing of disinterest either. No delivery trucks, no mailman. She looked at her phone to check the date. It was not a Sunday. It was Tuesday but there was no mail. That had to be an important detail but until Myra had more information she was not sure what it meant. She left the balcony and her beloved telescope resting against the outside wall of the house. She returned inside undetected. As she stood in the hallway outside her office she listened for signs of activity from the living room. All was quiet. It appeared Wyatt was going to be occupied a bit longer. She went to her room and tidied herself up. Returning to her office, she sat down to begin writing the letter she had mentioned to Wyatt earlier. Myra had managed the words: Dear Sara, Hello. How have you been doing? It’s been ages since y